THE PLIGHT OF THE YOUNG FLY

 

At the bottom of our garden

In the land of moths,

Noticed by none,

There lived a young little moth fly

With special wings.

Being newly formed,

It had a shimmering glow

Which no other flies possessed,

And shone with the reflection of a rainbow

Upon the fall of a ray of light.

Once there came a strange thing,

To her nocturnal land of darkness,

A flame lit by someone

A candle light which stood

On its magnificent stand,

With a wistful loneliness,

That no one could describe.

Yearning for a companion

In its solemn grandeur

It grieved desolate in distress.

 

It beheld the young fly,

Fell in its heavenly beauty,

And desired for its delightful presence.

It began to burn brightly

Adorning the night with a brilliant, jubilant shine.

The abundance of light shut the fly’s eyes

With a fluttering flap.

But the luminous lustre

Compelled her to force open her eyes,

To witness the golden light.

She then heard something from within

A reverberation of her elder’s voice:

‘Strive for a bright future

Light is knowledge,

Darkness is ignorance

Wish for the moon

And know the ultimate reality.’

Determined and steadfast

She weaved a thousand dreams

Mistaking the flame for the moon.

The fly flew near the flame.

Her wings shone gorgeously

It gave her an enormous glitter.

Forgetting herself in that blissful delight,

She advanced more

Without looking back

To see the ultimate truth.

Soon a burning light caught her wings

And there she fell to a pool of wax,

Burning all her dreams in that blaze.

 

With immense hope she pleaded for her life,

Wiggled like a worm in pain,

But all her cries went in vain.

She saw other flies pursuing her path

And wished to stop them

But she had drifted nearer the flame.

With a flickering and a burst,

The flame was about to consume her.

Then a sudden storm blew

And she fell off the candle.

 

Down cast, heavy hearted and miserable

She wailed in dismay and regret

Being deceived by a false light,

An apparition bereft of emotion.

She opened her eyes to see a last time

And there stood the ultimate truth,

The luminous light, the moon.

She shut her eyes leaving all the dreams behind.

I wish the fly could rise from her ashes like a phoenix

To warn other flies, of the false pretensions of life.